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Poems

The Poor Rat On The Street

The rat I saw by the street. Looks so sickly, you wouldn't doubt.Looks as pale as a pale ghost can be.As sad as if its young has just perished.Its eyes so mournful, I could almost cry.What's that coming out of its eye?A tear, a tear, I see a tear so fair and mournful, I start to weep.Can this be true? Can this be true?I would love to see you in a lovestruck home, where there is no worry and no problems.Where you may sleep peacefully, without a care in the world.Whether you should live or whether you should die, always know that you are by my side.In my heart, to be true, I will always believe in you.